Mag-log inI knew some scars would never completely fade, but all of us were slowly learning how to move forward. During my junior year, I met my girlfriend, Lilia Irwin. She was one of the most well-known students on campus—president of the student union, beautiful, brilliant, and seemingly good at everything she did. Half the guys at school probably had a crush on her. Someone like her had nothing to do with someone like me. At least, that was what I thought. One afternoon, I was organizing materials in the library when I accidentally bumped into a bookshelf. Several heavy books immediately tumbled from the upper shelves. Before I could react, Lilia rushed over and threw herself between me and the falling books. One after another, they slammed into her back. I walked away without a scratch. Meanwhile, she ended up with a broken arm. The guilt ate at me, so I went to the hospital to check on her and help however I could. One visit turned into another, and before I knew it,
"Deagan, I know none of this can ever make up for what you went through." My mom glanced at the thick stack of documents on the desk between us. "This is the least I can do for you." I looked at the papers but made no move to take them. "I don't want them." I spoke clearly and without hesitation. It was the first time I had ever refused her so directly. My mom froze. A flash of hurt crossed her usually composed face before she quickly tried to hide it. "Why not? Are you still angry with me?" I shook my head. "What do you want, then?" I remained silent for a long moment, gathering the courage to say what had been on my mind. "I want to go to school." More than anything, I wanted the chance to live like a normal person. I wanted to sit in a classroom, make friends, and see the world outside the Rhodes Residence. I did not want to spend the rest of my life sheltered, surrounded by their guilt and endless attempts to make up for everything that had happened. My request
Whenever I tried to shake my head, my body would nod before I could stop it. Seven years of conditioning had rooted itself deeply, and obedience was no longer something I consciously chose. It had become an instinct my body followed on its own. Dr. Fraser told me recovery would take time. He taught me a few simple ways to regain control. Whenever I wanted to refuse something, I was supposed to clench my fist. Whenever I wanted to express what I truly felt, I had to look the other person directly in the eyes. One afternoon, my dad came into my room carrying a bowl of creamy seafood chowder. "Deagan, it's time to eat. I added some seafood today. You used to love this." I felt my stomach drop the moment I smelled it. The woman in the mountains had often cooked seafood. Every time she forced me to eat it, hives spread across my body, leaving me itching so badly that I could not sleep through the night. I did not want any. Still, when I saw the hopeful look on my dad's fac
When did everything between Jasmin and me start to fall apart? It all began with Reagan. He never openly went against me. Instead, he slipped small, seemingly harmless comments about me into casual conversations with Jasmin. Whenever something went wrong, he somehow made me look guilty while standing beside her, wearing that same innocent expression. His tears did the rest. Little by little, he chipped away at Jasmin's trust in me until there was almost nothing left. Eventually, the sister who had once protected me became the one who pushed me away. She was the one who convinced me to end my life. Meanwhile, I had nearly obeyed her. The realization seemed to crush her. Jasmin struck herself across the face several times. By the third blow, her cheek was swollen, and blood had appeared at the corner of her mouth. She didn't seem to notice it, though. Whatever pain she caused herself was nothing compared to the pounding ache in her chest. My parents were not d
The doctor's every word seemed to strike my family like a blow. My dad's quiet sobs quickly turned into uncontrollable weeping, while my mom slumped against the wall and covered her face with both hands. At the foot of my bed, Jasmin suddenly swayed and grabbed the rail to keep herself upright. She stared at me, her lips quivering. However, she couldn't bring herself to speak.… The police launched an investigation soon afterward and reopened the case surrounding my disappearance seven years earlier. According to the original report, I had wandered off during a family outing near the city's outskirts and simply vanished. But after everything that had happened since my return, one thing had become painfully clear: my disappearance was no accident. Investigators began going through the records of everyone who had worked for the Rhodes family at the time, from household staff to former drivers. A name immediately drew their focus: Edward Shaw. He had worked as my fam
That night, Jasmin came into my room alone. She sat beside my bed and stared at me without a word. The silence stretched on for so long that I began to wonder if she planned to sit there until morning. Eventually, she broke the silence. "Why?" she asked hoarsely. I looked at her, unsure what she meant. "Why do you keep doing this? Do you like torturing us?" I shook my head. "What could it be, then?" Her voice rose sharply as everything she'd been holding back finally burst out. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Mom's heart condition flared up because of you, and Reagan hasn't eaten all day because he's been worried sick about you!" With my head lowered, I apologized, "I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Jasmin snapped. "Is that the only thing you know how to say?" She snatched the glass from the nightstand and hurled it onto the floor, shattering it. "Deagan, do you think everyone in this family owes you something?" Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at me. "Did you







